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Table of Contents An Introduction [published 11/30/2021] How They Met [published 11/30/2021] The Accident [published 12/8/2021] Family Values [published 12/12/2021] Sibling Rivalries [published 12/21/2021] Privacy Please [published 12/28/2021] Mi Familia [published 1/5/2022] Musical Talents [published 1/12/2022] Road Trips [published 1/19/2022] An Education [coming 1/26/2022] An Introduction It is a truth universally acknowledged that one does
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My Mother used to read my journal. I think she only did it a few times – but those were the only times I caught her. As you may expect a pre-teen to react when one finds out their secrets were unleashed, I became dramatically upset. However, my anger was immediately overshadowed by the red
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Everyone around me continues to barricade the windows and padlock the doors. Curiously, they are most concerned with stuffing towels into every crack and crevice they find. I stand there watching them in wonderment. “Okay, we must be trying to keep something out. A gas??” Someone looks back at my frozen self, “What are you
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It was a long day full of typical Sunday errands. It is always so stressful driving around in city traffic, from one place to another. On top of that, it was a relentless humid and steamy summer day in July. By the time I got home, sticky with sweat and tired from heat exhaustion, I
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Have I told you how I’m feeling lately? No? Well, I won’t bore you with those details. You know what I hate? Actually, ‘“hate” is a strong word. It’s something I haven’t felt since I “grew up”. The last time I hated something was back in high school when I’d yell at my Mother, “I
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It’s not everyday you dream of being married to Gene Hackman.
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You’d think being in quarantine for the past year, I would have read double the books than I intended. In fact, I didn’t even reach my goal for the year. That’s okay. I suppose I needed adjustment, as I’m sure most others needed as well. Nonetheless, I still offer you my Top 10 reads of
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Is it wrong that I like to watch them die? They limp from dehydration, unable to stand up straight. They are entirely dependent on me. Once I quench their thirst, I know they will spring back, burst into life, and spread their arms out in love and devotion. I am in complete control, until I’m
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It was just another family tradition. Although, one may say, a bit unusual. Repeated year after year, for as long back as anyone can remember, our family has always fed Aunt Martha. At least that is what we called her. She wasn’t really an Aunt at all – in fact she wasn’t even human. Aunt
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